Lately I’ve been reminiscing about the past; precisely about how my bipolar disorder has really led me to make many bad decisions & lose a lot of treasured friendships, relationships, a marriage, a few jobs, and even jeopardized close family relationships. I hate clinging to the past, & I can’t blame all of my losses on BP. I just hate ruminating about the many things I’ve screwed up over the years. I don’t mean to trivialize PTSD, but there are times when my many failings race through my mind & trigger me in a manner like PTSD…only it’s garbage I’ve done to myself. I’m not looking for excuses; just the opportunity to put the past to rest. Reflection hurts.